I am the living, breathing word of God
Like the Bhagavad derived from the Wodaabe tribe
Listen, all my earliest written texts you can find em in the desert on a scroll of ancient papyri, Egyptian
My code different from the status quo
I got UFOs hidden in my genetic catacombs
Me and me associates run up on your pulpit spitting oceans, with liquid gold dripping from the mandibles
I’m a Starseed out the Far East, off the deep end
Like a beacon, lighting up your faves with my ink pen
Found the apex, securеd my place like I’m cemеnt
Got your base bent all out of shape tetrahedron, Lord
These kinda gems they can’t afford
So they get counterfeit MCs to fill the mounting void
Came to break the chain with 24k in my anecdotes
Now I got the whole planet surveying from my vantage point
Bird’s eye
Roc